The Struggle for Freedom: Chapter 8
A/N: I hope to end this soon, there will be a sequel if there's enough demand, so if you want a sequel, please tell me by review. So please read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars.
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Corellian Cruiser: Five minutes after Meghan landed
~Meghan's POV~
I look out the view port, admiring the galaxy unending beauty, and trying to distract myself from the amount of humans in the room.
They make me nervous.
I wasn't like this until after my last beating.
Amazing on how things change.
"How did you end up in this situation?" The man who introduced himself as the captain of the ship asks me quietly.
"I'd rather not talk about it, sir," I say politely, turning to look at him, but avoiding eye contact.
"Don't call me sir, Calvin's just fine." He says.
"I'm sorry sir, but I feel more comfortable calling you sir," I say, shifting my weight carefully.
I hear Calvin sigh, "Alright, you're allowed to wander the ship," my eyes light up and I look at him for a second with that offer, and I hear him chuckle at my expression "but just try to not destroy anything."
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Captain's Room: Ten minutes later
~Captains POV~
"Yes, General, she showed up out of nowhere and helped us out in the fight. She won't say where she came from, but what I see, it was pretty nasty, her back and face are covered in bruises and scars." I finish my report to Jan Dodanna.
"She sounds like a runaway, keep an eye on her until I can talk to her, maybe we can help her out. General out." He says, ending the transmission.
I look out the view port, as if the stars would give me answers, "what in the Sith happened to this kid?"
The twinkle of the stars gave me nothing.
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X-Wing Hanger: Same time
~Meghan's POV~
It takes my breath away.
At least a dozen X-Wings, just sitting there, waiting for the next mission.
I've never seen anything like it.
"Pretty cool, huh?" A voice behind me makes me jump and whirl around.
A human is standing behind long dark brown hair, brown eyes. He speaks again, "I'm Wedge, and you are?" He asks quietly, offering his hand out to me.
I shrink away from his hand, and barely manage to stammer out: "I'm Meghan sir."
"Please, call me Wedge, and you're an awesome pilot." He says, chuckling when I blush from embarrassment. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the other pilots," he says, taking my arm.
Fear shoots through me, and I jump back as if whipped.
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Same Place: Same Time
~Wedge's POV~
I don't believe it.
This kid must've had some hard life to act like that from me putting a hand on her arm.
"It's alright, I won't bite," I say gently, as to not scare Meghan, "I'll lead you to where the other pilots are."
As we walk away, one thing keeps on repeating in my mind, 'who would do this to a kid?'
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Yavin IV: Two weeks later
~Meghan's POV~
I stare at amazement at all the ships around me.
There's so many of them.
And so many people bustling around, working on them.
It takes my breath away.
"Amazing, huh?" Wedge asks me, walking up next to me.
"Yes, it is, Wedge," I breathe, and then realize my mistake.
I didn't say sir.
I have to get out of here.
I run towards the exit with Wedge chasing after me, calling my name.
"Well, what do we have here?" A gentle voice behind me makes me whirl around.
He has gray hair, and gentle eyes, "I heard about your little escapades joining the Rebel Alliance, I'm Jan Dodanna," he says, introducing himself.
"I'm Meghan, sir," I stammer out, feeling nervous.
"Well, Meghan, lets go to my office so you can tell me how you ended up here." He says, gesturing for me to follow him.
I hesitate, and then walk behind him, leaving Wedge to ponder what just happened.
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Jan Dodanna's office: An hour later
~Meghan's POV~
"So that's what happened, sir," I say, still feeling uncomfortable even though Jan and I are the only ones in the room.
There is dead silence as the horrific story of me being raised, as a slave to one of the biggest tyrants of the Empire is absorbed.
"You'd better get yourself patched up," he says after a moment of silence, "I'll have one of the pilots lead you there."
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Same Place: Five minutes later
~Wedge's POV~
"You want me to do WHAT?!" I ask, not believing what the general asked me to do.
He sighs, sounding as if he's losing his patience. "The kid needs someone to teach her, give her some education, and in the state that she's in right now, it would be best if she lives with the Rebel Alliance at least for a while."
"But why me?" I ask, still trying to get out of it.
"She's starting to relax around you, she needs to be pulled out of her shell, and you're the best candidate. Tomorrow she'll come out of the bacta tank, you can talk to her then." He says firmly.
I sigh, seeing no way out of this, "can you at least tell me what happened to her so I don't make any mistakes?"
"No, she'll tell you on her own, when she feels comfortable enough."
"Try to make her a pilot if she wants to be one, I never see her more relaxed when she's behind the controls of the X-Wing, general." I urge him.
"I'll think about it, dismissed."
I walk out, heading slowly back to my quarters, wondering what I've gotten myself into when I joined the Rebel Alliance.
And how to pull Meghan out of her shell.
TBC.
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A/N: I know it was short, but I'm trying my best. Until the next chapter, please read and review.
A/N: I hope to end this soon, there will be a sequel if there's enough demand, so if you want a sequel, please tell me by review. So please read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars.
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Corellian Cruiser: Five minutes after Meghan landed
~Meghan's POV~
I look out the view port, admiring the galaxy unending beauty, and trying to distract myself from the amount of humans in the room.
They make me nervous.
I wasn't like this until after my last beating.
Amazing on how things change.
"How did you end up in this situation?" The man who introduced himself as the captain of the ship asks me quietly.
"I'd rather not talk about it, sir," I say politely, turning to look at him, but avoiding eye contact.
"Don't call me sir, Calvin's just fine." He says.
"I'm sorry sir, but I feel more comfortable calling you sir," I say, shifting my weight carefully.
I hear Calvin sigh, "Alright, you're allowed to wander the ship," my eyes light up and I look at him for a second with that offer, and I hear him chuckle at my expression "but just try to not destroy anything."
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Captain's Room: Ten minutes later
~Captains POV~
"Yes, General, she showed up out of nowhere and helped us out in the fight. She won't say where she came from, but what I see, it was pretty nasty, her back and face are covered in bruises and scars." I finish my report to Jan Dodanna.
"She sounds like a runaway, keep an eye on her until I can talk to her, maybe we can help her out. General out." He says, ending the transmission.
I look out the view port, as if the stars would give me answers, "what in the Sith happened to this kid?"
The twinkle of the stars gave me nothing.
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X-Wing Hanger: Same time
~Meghan's POV~
It takes my breath away.
At least a dozen X-Wings, just sitting there, waiting for the next mission.
I've never seen anything like it.
"Pretty cool, huh?" A voice behind me makes me jump and whirl around.
A human is standing behind long dark brown hair, brown eyes. He speaks again, "I'm Wedge, and you are?" He asks quietly, offering his hand out to me.
I shrink away from his hand, and barely manage to stammer out: "I'm Meghan sir."
"Please, call me Wedge, and you're an awesome pilot." He says, chuckling when I blush from embarrassment. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the other pilots," he says, taking my arm.
Fear shoots through me, and I jump back as if whipped.
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Same Place: Same Time
~Wedge's POV~
I don't believe it.
This kid must've had some hard life to act like that from me putting a hand on her arm.
"It's alright, I won't bite," I say gently, as to not scare Meghan, "I'll lead you to where the other pilots are."
As we walk away, one thing keeps on repeating in my mind, 'who would do this to a kid?'
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Yavin IV: Two weeks later
~Meghan's POV~
I stare at amazement at all the ships around me.
There's so many of them.
And so many people bustling around, working on them.
It takes my breath away.
"Amazing, huh?" Wedge asks me, walking up next to me.
"Yes, it is, Wedge," I breathe, and then realize my mistake.
I didn't say sir.
I have to get out of here.
I run towards the exit with Wedge chasing after me, calling my name.
"Well, what do we have here?" A gentle voice behind me makes me whirl around.
He has gray hair, and gentle eyes, "I heard about your little escapades joining the Rebel Alliance, I'm Jan Dodanna," he says, introducing himself.
"I'm Meghan, sir," I stammer out, feeling nervous.
"Well, Meghan, lets go to my office so you can tell me how you ended up here." He says, gesturing for me to follow him.
I hesitate, and then walk behind him, leaving Wedge to ponder what just happened.
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Jan Dodanna's office: An hour later
~Meghan's POV~
"So that's what happened, sir," I say, still feeling uncomfortable even though Jan and I are the only ones in the room.
There is dead silence as the horrific story of me being raised, as a slave to one of the biggest tyrants of the Empire is absorbed.
"You'd better get yourself patched up," he says after a moment of silence, "I'll have one of the pilots lead you there."
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Same Place: Five minutes later
~Wedge's POV~
"You want me to do WHAT?!" I ask, not believing what the general asked me to do.
He sighs, sounding as if he's losing his patience. "The kid needs someone to teach her, give her some education, and in the state that she's in right now, it would be best if she lives with the Rebel Alliance at least for a while."
"But why me?" I ask, still trying to get out of it.
"She's starting to relax around you, she needs to be pulled out of her shell, and you're the best candidate. Tomorrow she'll come out of the bacta tank, you can talk to her then." He says firmly.
I sigh, seeing no way out of this, "can you at least tell me what happened to her so I don't make any mistakes?"
"No, she'll tell you on her own, when she feels comfortable enough."
"Try to make her a pilot if she wants to be one, I never see her more relaxed when she's behind the controls of the X-Wing, general." I urge him.
"I'll think about it, dismissed."
I walk out, heading slowly back to my quarters, wondering what I've gotten myself into when I joined the Rebel Alliance.
And how to pull Meghan out of her shell.
TBC.
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A/N: I know it was short, but I'm trying my best. Until the next chapter, please read and review.
